The scene from the locker room replayed through my mind over and over and turning me into an excited, nervous wreck. All I could think about was how much I wanted it to be my turn and how I was going to do it.
My next class with Amber was study hall. I was glad for it because I would finally have a chance to let my mind go and try to think. I took my seat next to Amber, as always, and laid my head down on my desk. I was instantly lost in thought and oblivious to the world until a small paper ball lands on the desk in front of my face. I sit up and stare at it as if a tiny UFO had just landed.
"Open it!" Amber whispers to me.
As I pick it up Amber leaves her seat and heads for the front of the room. I watch her go, as I always do, and hear her ask to go to the bathroom. She shoots me a look as she walks out the door. I jump a bit and with shaking fingers I open the ball of paper.
"Meet me in the locker room." is all the note says.
Acting quickly, I begin to rummage through my back pack.
"Oh no." I say, loud enough for all to hear.
"Mindy, is there a problem?" the teacher asks me.
Hurrying to the front of the room, I let out an aggravated sigh as I approach her desk.
"I left my English homework in my gym locker. Could I please go and get it?" I ask her with a pleading look, trying to look convincing.
"Hurry back." she says in a stern voice and hands me the hall pass.
I quickly leave the room, and on shaky legs, I make my way down the hallway towards the locker room. As I round the corner a hand shoots out of the janitors closet and pulls me inside by the arm. I let out a small shriek.
"My god, Amber! You scared....the......hell......outta....." My words fade from my lips as I stare at her wide eyed.
My eyes travelled from her eyes to her long brown hair spilling down over her bare shoulders. They then followed the curve of her body down to her perky breasts, down her beautiful stomach, and down to the neatly trimmed patch of hair. I looked her over again and again. Her nipples were the prettiest shade of pink and were, now, fully erect and alert.
"Amber, what are you doing?" I stammer at her.
"I told you it was my turn." she says as she pulls me towards her.
"But I have never done this before." I said, "What if I am not any good?"
"The locker room was my first time." She tells me with a sly smile. "Was I any good?"
The scene from the locker room once again flooded my mind and I felt myself instantly get wet just thinking about it. Amber' s soft lips barely brushing across mine brought me back to the present and sent a shiver racing through my body. Her hands found mine and she guided them over her body. Her skin was soft and smooth like silk and she let go of my hands as they seemed to finally gain a life of their own.
I touched her face and we kissed a long, deep kiss.